[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, know— talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out, know— talk-talkin'—
Draped-draped up and dripped out, know— talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out, know— talk-talkin'—

[Verse: Yung Simmie]
Yeah, (I'm on some, I'm on some) I'm on some other shit
Replace my bitch with another chick
It ain't OG, I ain't smokin' it
Strap in my lap, I might blow this shit
N***as, they hate, I ain't notice it
Choppa, it wet you like ocean do
Bitches is comin' in by the groove
One of a kind, I ain't one of you, yeah
Thoughts in my head say these n***as ain't 'bout it, they scared
Folks in my pocket ain't livin', they dead
You don't wanna push me, I'm close to the edge
Drеamin' 'bout money, I hopped out the bеd
Weed is so loud, it might wake up the dead
Ain't talkin' money, then keep your mouth closed
I'm cool with the plug, he throw me the O's
I've been in the kitchen, I fuck up the stove

[Verse: Fukkit]
Uh, I was in the cut while they sit in the nosebleeds
With a white bitch, like the one from Pulp Fiction
She love doin' blow 'til her nose bleed
Pots in the mix and a Glock in the kitchen
And he sittin' next to the cold beef
Piece on her hip, it shoot right through the neck
Gotta kick and a chop like a goalie
I've been at the top
That's why your hoe wanna blow me
Why do they talk when they don't even know me?
All of my business, control it remotely
Blick with a beam, let it flash like Adobe
Price over principal
Gold neck like a trophy
From east to west, you can tell that I'm coastin'
From north to south, how she ride it, she boastin'
All that blow in her nose, now she startin' to look ghostly
[Verse: Kyriq]
Ah, yeah
I know these n***as, they runnin' they mouth
Bitch, I'm from the South, we come with the heat
All of these n***as, they really should humble it down
'Cause nobody fuckin' with me
I know these n***as, they runnin' they mouth
Bitch, I'm from the South, we come with the heat
All of these n***as should humble it down
They fuckin' with me, ah
Nobody really been on the map
No Infinity Stone, but n***a know that I really could snap
I'm in control, you should really adapt
I'm in the mode with the hoes and the kitty the cat, but I'ma licky licky
I'm the coldest, I'm known for the wittiest rap
A big throne that I'm sittin', in fact
But n***as won't say they ball
But they gone double dribble and travel
Don't judge, I'ma give 'em a gabble, like woah
Dabble a lot, hoe
Shit so mean when he rap
Foes act like fiends when they grab on the pot, hoe
N***as ain't have no drop for the low
No shot, no spot for the snake shit
No shot, n***as not gon' say shit
Big drip faux with the fake shit
N***as ain't know what I wrote was the code for the Matrix, hoe